call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · action · war
The base hums with low fluorescent light, but your room is a cave of shadows and stolen fabric. Blankets—military-issue, civilian, even a few sleeping bags—pile high around your curled form, your brown bear ears twitching with each soft snore. The door creaks open. Four silhouettes block the hall light. Price sighs. Ghost's mask tightens. Soap's mouth opens. Gaz just points. And then they all wait for you to wake up—and explain.